Serving a vampire is pretty great. Protection, luxurious furniture, and plenty of food, are just a few of the perks. I love it. Especially on nights like tonight. The local stability bores the mistress of the house. She enjoys a good hunt. I get to play the part of the prey in the garden labyrinth behind the manor.
I’m always happy to oblige. My loincloth and leather bikini top are just the thing to encourage her to play with her food. The only downside is I’ve been running around this maze for around twenty minutes, fantasizing about my eventual capture, and the leather is chafing my achingly hard nipples. Her tongue is going to feel so good though.
I hear an appreciative growl behind me and whip around to see the mistress standing there in all her dark glory, looking as if she is about to pounce. Knowing any further chase is pointless, and more than ready to be fucked, I run my hand through my hair and place a finger against my lips where her fang would sit behind hers. She enjoys a good tease.
“You won’t be needing those,” she exhales huskily as the garments are telekinetically ripped from my body.